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His ring, Her Rules

BLURB; Griffin, a successful restaurant owner, and Lina, a talented food critic, never expected their lives to become entangled in such a dramatic way. In order to get their parents off their backs, Griffin and Lina decide to enter a contract marriage. The arrangement seems simple: marry, please their parents, and go their separate ways after a year. *But life is full of ups and downs* When Lina discovers that Griffin owns the restaurant she works at, she's shocked. And when Griffin finds out that Lina was the food critic who gave his restaurant a bad review, he's furious. The tension between them is palpable, and they become enemies. As tho things couldn't get more complicated, Nick enters the picture. Griffin's brother, Nick, is charming and charismatic. Lina finds herself drawn to him, and a love triangle forms. Griffin, however, is starting to develop feelings for Lina, despite their rocky start. But just as he's beginning to open up, his late ex-girlfriend returns, determined to win him back. As the relationships becomes tangled, Lina and Griffin must navigate their feelings, their contract marriage, and the secrets that threaten to tear them apart. Will they find a way to make their marriage work, or will the lies and secrets destroy everything? Will Lina choose between Griffin and Nick? And what will happen when Griffin's ex-girlfriend, Sophia refuses to give up? *Find out in this novel which will keep you at the edge of your seats*
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Chapter 3

Chapter three

Griffin's POV

I woke up, disoriented, and scanned the unfamiliar room. The ash-colored bedspread seemed out of place, and my gaze fell to my naked body. This wasn't my room; it looked like a hotel. But how did I end up here?

Memories of the previous night began to resurface – the bar, the dance with a mysterious woman in the dark. Her body structure hinted at beauty, but her face remained a blur. My eyes landed on the bloodstains on the bed, and questions swirled. Was she a virgin? Did I take her V-card? Or was someone else involved?

But she seemed to really want me that night. Since she was a virgin, why did she willingly give it up last night to a total stranger? Did she know me? I don't think so; I guess she was drunk.

Why did something like that happen?

I felt really bad yesterday after that date with that so-called Lina. She really provoked me and was shouting as though we were in the same class.

She ruined my entire day, and to relieve myself from the thought of it all, I decided to go out and to clear my head up; in the process, I ended up in bed with a stranger.

I got out of bed, grabbed my boxers from the corner, and put them on. As I approached the door, I tried to piece together the events. The bar, the dance, the hotel – it all came flooding back. We'd kissed, and she'd responded passionately. She was incredible. No one had ever made me feel that way.

I rushed to the bathroom, hoping she'd be there, but it was empty. Was she a prostitute?

"Come on Griffin, what are you even thinking?" I scold myself. " How can a prostitute be a virgin?"

I'm sure she was drunk, and everything that happened was just a reckless moment.

Shit, I wonder how devastated she'll be when she realizes her cherished virginity was taken without her consent. She was probably ashamed, which is why she left without waking me up.

I can imagine the curses she'd be laying on me now. Women, especially those who've lost their virginity in such circumstances, often carry a heavy emotional burden. Maybe she would've stayed if I'd offered her some compensation – $200,000, perhaps? But is it worth that kind of money?

"Maybe," I said, shrugging.

Now, that didn't matter. I had to find her. I felt an unexpected connection, even after just one night. I wanted her, and I knew I had to make her mine.

Coupled with the fact that I'd disflowered her, I guess she was mine, and that's why she had to keep it for me. I'm going to go find her, no matter what it takes.

I sat down on the couch, resting my leg on one side and my finger at the side of my mouth. "That girl was fucking sweet! She's so good in bed, and I just can't get her off my mind," I said to myself. Then, I added, "Let me see if Karim can help me out." I dialed his number.

Karim is my best friend; he's from Egypt, but according to him, he and his family had been here ever since he was a child. Of course, that's true because we attended the same junior high school and also the same high school. He's a medical doctor, but we often hang out together.

I'd explain everything that happened yesterday and how I felt bad, and he suggested I go to the bar. We were together before I got slightly drunk. I guess he's going to know who the lady I slept with was.

"Hey dude," I started, immediately he picked up the call.

"How was she last night? Was she good?" he asked me, and with the way he was sounding, I could tell he was excited about it. I know this guy is involved in it all.

"You did that, right?" I asked him, sounding slightly provoked.

"Come on, man, I saw your chemistry and I decided it shouldn't end on the dance floor, so I helped you both check into that hotel..." he told me.

Fuck this guy!

Should I be angry now or what?

"And you made me sleep with her, right?" I asked him.

"You did; that's fantastic," he said. "How was she? Was she good?" he demanded.

"She was a virgin," I told him.

"What!" His voice echoed.

"You made me take someone's V-card; I'll never forgive you for that," I verbally attacked him.

"Hope you didn't get her pregnant because I know you didn't use a condom?" he asked.

This guy is pissing me off right now. "You're lucky she's a virgin, else you'd have gotten some sexually transmitted diseases." He added.

"Do you know who she is?" I asked him.

"I don't know, why are you asking?" he demanded.

"Nothing; you'll do me a favor now. Try to find her for me," I told him.

"Are you being serious?" he asked me.

"Yes, of course," I told him.

"I guess you're hiding something from me," he paused and then continued, "It seems like she gave you all those amazing styles last night, and that's why you still want more rounds with her, right?" he teased.

I wish he were here face-to-face; I would have given him a punch in the face.

"You're getting me angry," I said, trying not to laugh. "I need her," I told him, and ended the call.

Just then, my phone rings. I'd thought it was Karim but it turned out to be my manager.

"Hello, what's up?" I asked immediately I picked the call.

"Our Market drop so bad, and our competitors are trying to use this against us." He told me. "I even tried finding the food critic but non of my efforts was useful." He complained.

"Alright, you'll wait for my guidance, and try to keep things you could in place." I instructed him.

"What if we fire the workers who made this happened, maybe this could calm them a little.." he said.

"Alright, you can go ahead." I told him and ended the call.

I've got two things to do now: first, deal with the food critic, and secondly, find out more about the lady I slept with last night.

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